In the waters at the eastern sea entrance of Backlund, at a relatively secluded private dock.
On an inconspicuous sailing ship moored at the very edge of the dock, two blurry figures swiftly flashed past the bay window of the captain's cabin.
"Hm?"
The man in the brown leather jacket suddenly rose from the high-backed chair covered in fur, turning his head toward the bay window beside him.
He met his own reflection in the bay window, then withdrew his gaze and frowned as he scanned the captain's cabin.
"Was that just my imagination?"
After muttering softly, he sat back down in the high-backed chair, placed his legs on the table before him, and leisurely raised a glass of malt beer to drink.
In the Mirror World, Cyril and Owen hid behind an inconspicuous mirror, cautiously observing the outside.
Owen said, "My intuition tells me that the person in the captain's cabin is very dangerous."
"But the most valuable things are all in the room behind him. What should we do?"
Cyril recalled the face of the man he had seen in the captain's cabin, trying to determine his identity. Yet after thinking it over for quite some time, he still could not place him.
He could only confirm that the man was one of Vice Admiral Hurricane Qilangos's subordinates. He had likely remained here to receive Qilangos after the assassination was complete.
This was something he had asked Owen to divine before they arrived. However, neither of them knew much about the pirates active at sea, so even with divination, they could not confirm the man's precise identity.
After silently pondering for two seconds, Cyril looked toward the deep Mirror World behind him and said:
"I'll go down to the lower cabins and make a little noise. There